Intervention Songtext
von Boogie

It′s so hard for me to say this
I'm struggling to find the right words

Whoa, whoa

Yeah, I seen this coming

You know that something that′s bubbling in your stomach
I was in a struggle and funneled out all that fussing
I got out the tunnel and seen who I was becoming
Oh God

If I keep preaching this message to all these youngins
Just thinking that it's gon' work, ha
Now what I do?


I′m in the hood with my homies
They got them pistols, we tweeting how we so turnt, ha
Backwards
No disrespect to the mother that had my son
If I diss her then I be phony, uh
And she a great mom
But how it feel to know she fucking on
That nigga that used to say he your homie?
Oh, fuck

We both made mistakes grabbing all these pieces
For puzzles we thought was supposed to fit
See, but my kid ain′t ask to be here
We do our job and said fuck it
And we got over it, under it
All this pain I been hiding for some days

Months, maybe even years
Waking up my kid, he see a puddle by the bed
And then he ask me was it raining
Had to tell him it was tears
Yeah, daddy out here hurting

Uh, daddy out here hurting
Terrorize myself like a martyr but I keep working
With searching up on the surface
The lurking became a burden
My purpose, it was blurry
I promise I'm finally certain, why?

Ah, why?


Dry out my eyes, I see my prize and then I grew
Hide in my tongue, swallow my pride, let out my truth
I need some help with my feelings
I need some help with my feelings
Need some help with my feelings
I need some help with my feelings
I need some help with my feelings

Fuck, man

I told you I seen it coming, uh
I had this hustle, it bubbled up in my stomach
I knew I would get it, I seen who I was becoming
Been had showed you the shovel before you told me you dug it
But fuck it, see, man
A real nigga never turn his back on all of
His friends and people he roll with, no
See, huh

A real nigga gon′ open that door for
Niggas and tell them to get they own shit
Oh shit, I should, God still got me
Hot shit, how you even got rich asking for them handouts?

Better get another plan, nigga
Shit don't really fly here so stay up off my land, nigga
Cold gang

Dry out my eyes, I see my prize and then I grew
Hide in my tongue, swallow my pride, let out my truth
I need some help with my feelings
I need some help with my feelings
Need some help with my feelings
I need some help with my feelings
I need some help with my feelings